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Chapter 4- Deja Vu (Part 2)

Dominique

Sighing, looking at my hair, I was disappointed because it was already fading. I knew Momma was gonna be pissed cause she just got it done, but i didn’t think it was gonna fade this fast. But I didn’t want to ask to get it done again, cause I’m treading on thin ice.  

Katie has called me a million times, since my last visit, and because I hadn’t answered the phone, she’s called my dad a million times to try to talk to me. But let’s be real, I’m not going back to that hell hole.  

Things around the house, still are strange. Dad hasn’t really said anything to me. Dad and mom started talking again, and everyone still talks to me, except my lovely older sister. The doctor’s told me that I’m stressing too much, which could be bad for my baby. But again, let’s be real. How could I not stress. I’m 16, pregnant, and I don’t know who the father is. I’m praying it’s my ex-boyfriend’s baby. But if it isn’t it’s Angel’s boyfriend. She’d literally kill me if that was the case.   

“Hello, Earth to Dominique.” Kaliea said laughing before hitting me with a pillow, in my face.

I frowned and threw it back at her. “That’s not funny!”

She sighed, “Well, bitch, listen to what I’m saying and i won’t have to throw it at you.

We were in my room at my house, hanging out. But I honestly forgot she was here. Listening to your own thoughts can be deadly sometimes.

“Okay, what were you saying?” I asked

She shrugged, “Nothing important. What were you thinking about?”

“My hair. It’s fading, and I know my mom is going to be pissed if I asked to get it done again.”

She rolled her eyes, “You act like your sister and cousin don’t own a hair salon.”

“You act like my sister likes me. Plus, I don’t get my hair done over there, and she’s pissed that my hair is pink, just like hers.”

“Everyone in the family gets their hair and nails done there. Angel’s salon is literally the best in LA.”

I sighed, “Trust me, I know.”

I’ve actually been wanting to go over there, but Angel is just- i don’t even know how to explain her. Sage does hair sometimes over there, but I’ve been to scared to ask anyone to even get a service done. YES, the owner is my sister, but I know she’d rather have me far away from her place of business.

I looked up when I saw Lea on the phone.

“What are you doing” I whispered.

“Getting you an appointment in Angel’s salon.” she whispered back

I hopped off my bed, trying to reach her but it was already too late.

“Hey Tay! Can you do me a favor and do one of my friends heads for me please?” She said into the phone

“20 mins? Great see you there.” Then she hung up the phone

“Zoey Kaliea Hernandez-Boudreaux!!”

“What, I got you your appointment.”  

~~~~

Sitting in this man’s chair, had me nervous. Apparently, he does Lea’s hair all the time and they’re really cool. But I was a nervous wreck that my sister would walk in her at any minute. He tried to make conversation with me, but Lea told him I was shy, so he didn’t press it too much.

We were almost done, when I saw Sage walk through the front door. Lea was sitting at her station, next to Tay’s and I knew I was officially dead.

“Lea?” Sage questioned, and Lea just smiled back.

“I forgot, you would be Sage’s cousin too, if you were Angel’s” Tay spoke to her

Sage chuckled, “Then let me introduce to you, Angel’s sister, in your chair, Dominique. Hello Domi.”

“Hi Sage.” I whispered.

“Aw, Hell. Zoey Kahliea, I oughta whoop your ass! You’re trying to get her to kill us all.” Tay threatened Lea.

She just shrugged, “Look, am I afraid of her. Hell yeah, but Domi needed her hair done by the best. This salon is the best in the city! She shouldn’t be afraid to not come to her own sister’s salon because Angel doesn’t like her.”  

I knew she was right, but I stayed silent.

Once Sage went in the back, and Lea followed her, Tay turned me around and looked directly at me.

“Is this going to be an issue?” He asked,

I shook my head, “Is it for you?”

He just rolled his eyes, “She my best friend, but she ain God. A customer is a customer.”

I nodded not really knowing what he meant, but okay.

“Look, I know that girl like the back of my hand. You just got to give her time.”

I was confused, “Time? Time for what?”

“To warm up to you, yeah, she’s been a bitch to you, your whole life. But she’s a teddy bear. She told me that she took you to the clinic, she was the first person that found out. Held you when you cried. That’s the Angelique Marie Boudreaux Cartier that I know. She’s an asshole, but she wouldn’t do anything to harm you and she wouldn’t let anyone else harm you”

I sat there and thought about what he said. I know she can be nice, but I never really imagined that she’d be nice to me. We literally fought all the time. I remember the ass-whoopin she gave me, when I wrecked her car once. Technically, I was driving Dad’s car, and crashed his car into hers. But still.

“Do I owe you anything for my hair?”  

“Nope, all family members that we know, are allowed to get free services, that includes you. Ms. Dominique.”

I smiled at him, but that smile turned into a frown as soon as I heard her behind me.

“Why are you here?” She said walking past me and sat into Tay’s chair.

I didn’t really say anything, but Tay interrupted me.

“I touched up her hair, Why you got your sister going to these ugly ass people’s salons. Ruining her hair.” He accused her.

“I dont care. Im here to get this pink off me, cause of her anyways. Andrea did you pay?” She said with venom

“She did. Stop being nosey bitch,” He spoke up for me

She rolled her eyes, “Well, daddy outside anyways to get you and Kahliea. So you can leave.”

I nodded, “Bye Tay, thank you.”

“No Problem honey.”

“Andrea, why are you still here.” Angel said dismissively

“Bitch you too damn rude. That’s your sister.”

“Shut the hell up Deontay. Before I whoop your ass.” She laughed

I didn’t hear the rest of her conversation, because I had left to go to the car. I texted Lea to come outside.

I got in the backseat of the car. “Hi Daddy.”

“Hi Dominique.” He said super dry.

~~~

He barely spoke to me in the car to drive Lea home, and he didn’t speak to me on the way home. I finally spoke up when we got to the house.

“Are you going to forgive me?”

He turned around confused, “What?”

“Are you going to forgive me? You don’t call me princess anymore, you barely look at me. or even talk to me daddy. Are you going to forgive me?”

“Angelique it’s not-“

“I’M DOMINIQUE!” I screamed.

He sighed and rubbed his face. “I know exactly who you are, I’m tired Dominique. It’s not that I’m not forgiving you, I’m just really disappointed. I wanted more for your life than teenage pregnancy.”

“I know daddy, but you forgave mom.”  

“I wasn’t mad at your mother because you got pregnant. I was mad that she constantly treats you like you’re fragile. You’re not fragile. You can not be coddled by Giselle. You can’t be coddled by anyone anymore.”

“I just- I know i messed up, but Daddy, I want you to talk to me. I already have Angel hating my guts, i cant have you hating me.”

“I don’t hate you. I love you to much. You and all of your brothers and sisters.”

I shrugged, “It doesn’t feel like that sometimes daddy.”

“I apologize for that Princess, I’ll try to do better.”

I smiled, “You called me Princess.”

He rolled his eyes, as he started to get out of the car, “Yeah whatever, get out of the car, so you can get dinner.”

I got out of the car and stood next to him “Daddy, my next doctor appointment is next week, will you come, with mom and I?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” He said hugging me and kissing my forehead.  

I haven’t hugged my Dad since he found out I was pregnant, I missed him.

Rose

“ANDRE ISADORE  KARTER JUNIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I can’t belief this little boy. He has all of his shit just spawled around my damn house and I was sick of it.  

“Yes Ma’am?” He called out

“Come downstairs please?”

I heard him stop his video game and come down the stairs. He looked exactly like his father and it was kind of sickening sometimes.  

I started to point to his entire mess. “AJ, We’ve talked about this. The living room is not your room, there is no reason why all of your sporting gear should be all over the living room. I’m not cleaning it up.” I said trying not to strangle my child.  

“But dad said-“ He started

“I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR FATHER SAID! CLEAN IT UP NOW!”  

I wanted to pull my own hair out sometimes. Raising a 12 year old boy is exhausting, like I’m going to have to ask Olivia and Giselle how they did it, because I can’t.

“Yes ma’am.” He muttered and started to clean up the mess.

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of white wine, its been more common now. I knew that I should get started on dinner but I honestly didn’t even want to cook.

“Hey what are you doing?” I heard Rack say.

“Mom said to clean the living room.” AJ mumbled.

“Go ahead upstairs, I’ll talk to your mom.”

I rolled my eyes and started to walk out the kitchen,

“No, you stay your ass right there and clean Andre.” I gave him an evil eye, which made him continue to clean.

“Rakim, can I see you in the kitchen please?”  

Once he followed me in the kitchen, “Baby cmon. He’s a teenage boy, they do shit like that.” He shrugged dismissively  

I scoffed, “Rakim, he needs to learn to pick up after himself. You’re  not doing it and I for damn sure will not do that shit.”

“Rose, I think you’re overreacting.”

“STOP UNDERMINING ME WITH HIM!” I screamed, I honestly was tired of me being the bad guy and discipling AJ, and Rack coming in and being super fun dad. No, that is not how this shit works.

I guess he realized I was serious, once he saw my face.

He sighed, “I didn’t realize that it bothered you so much”

“Yeah, well it does. Constantly.”

He came over to me and put his arms around me, usually, I would melt at his touch, but lately he’s been feeling like a stranger.

“Gi and Liv invited us out to eat. You know just couples i guess.” He said.

“That’s fine. I guess, I’ll go get dressed.”

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Having dinner with my family, usually always puts me in a fantastic ass mood.  But today, it just wasn’t right.

First, the argument with Rack and AJ, then we get to the restaurant not only is my brother there, he’s there with his on/off side piece Callie, whom we all dislike. Then LOL Here comes Lizzie with Kamryn. I just couldn’t. Dinner was a disaster and then i asked Gi and Liv how to basically deal with Andre Jr and Rack gets a whole attitude with me.

Which leads us to right now, Arguing.

We’ve been arguing since we got in the car on the way home and that was 3 hours ago.  

“Rosalie, see this is exactly what I’m talking about! You don’t listen to me, and you treat AJ and I like shit. What’s the matter!” He yelled

I didn’t answer. He looked at me like I was stupid.

“Hello!!”

“Andre, leave me alone.”  

“No Rosalie!! Why are you like this to us! What did we do to you?!”

“BECAUSE I’M SICK OF HIM RACK AND I’M SICK OF YOU!!”

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. But I couldn’t take it back.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Rosalie?” He said, very coldly.

“I - I dont know, I shouldn’t have said it.”

“No, you know exactly what the fuck you meant! Go ahead say it! I forced you to have a kid after our first baby died, and you didn’t want any more.!” He yelled in my face.  

I didn’t say anything at first, but I needed him to say her name.

“Say her name Rakim.” I gritted.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He sighed.

“Say it!!! Nicole Azaiah Karter! Stop pretending she doesn’t exist!”

“She doesn’t Rosalie!! YOU HAVE ANDRE TO WORRY ABOUT NOT NICOLE! Nicole is dead! LET IT GO! Andre is LITERALLY UPSTAIRS! Stop pretending I forced you into fucking motherhood! YOU WANTED THIS JUST AS MUCH AS I DID!” He yelled back at me

“YOU DID! I didn’t want anymore children after Nicole died! I WAS DYING RAKIM, I had no choice BUT TO TERMINATE HER! We broke up, i realized I was being stupid because i loved you. We said nothing could tear us apart and that it was okay and we talked about it adopting and surrogacy but after awhile, I just accepted that a baby wasn’t for us. YOU forced me to look into surrogate after i told you no for YEARS! You forced me to be a mother! I DIDN’T WANT HIM ANDRE, I WANTED NICOLE! I WANT MY DAUGHTER BACK NOT YOUR SON!”

Again, as soon as I said it, I instantly regretted it.

“Get out.” He mumbled.

“What?” I was shocked

“I said, Get out.” He said clear as day, looking at me. If looks could kill, I would be 1,000 ft under.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it said 2:33 am.

“Rack, it’s almost 3 am!!”

“I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK! GET THE FUCK OUT! You resent me for having our son! You don’t love him, you don’t love me! so GET THE FUCK OUT!” He screamed at me.

I started crying, “THAT’S NOT TRUE I LOVE THE BOTH OF YOU!”

“Rosalie, I’m not gonna tell you again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” His voice boomed, that it literally scared me. He’s never talked to me this way before. Ever.

“Mom? Dad?” AJ called from upstairs

“Everything’s alright sweetie. Go back to bed.” I called out to him, trying to make sure that my voice didn’t shake.

“Dad?” He called out again.

“Listen to your mother AJ.” He called out never taking his eyes off me.

“Yes sir.” and he went back to his room, and we heard the door close.

“Rack, please. I need you to understand” I begged. He cut his eyes at me.

“By the time I wake up to take him to school, I want your ass gone. I’m not playing.”

He started to go up the stairs into our bedroom but I grabbed his arm.

“Rack!! Please!”

He snatched away from me and continued to walk upstairs

“Go to Hell Rosalie.”

I watched in awe, Andre has never spoken to me like this before,I saw him turn left and go into the guest room next to AJ’s room, and slammed the door.

I jumped and the tears immediately came, I covered my mouth and sobbed. Not to disturb my son, or even Andre. I collapsed to the floor crying, because I probably just single- handedly just broke up my family.

What the fuck did I just do?

Avery

Here I am, 44 years old, still doing the same shit I was when I was in my twenties. Partying, drinking, spending, and living my best life. But also getting my ass beat almost every other night by my long-time boyfriend, King, the most powerful drug dealer on the west coast.

I’ve done a lot of shit in my life, including, being a mistress and getting pregnant, leaving my son, being with an abusive man who is also married, getting pregnant 5 more times by him, and having those babies. King doesn’t claim the kids because then his wife would find out and then our whole lives would be taken away from us.  I’ve had 2 still born babies due to my cocaine habits, one daughter Ameila, who is 12 taken away from me by the state, I currently have my 9 year old son August and my 2 year old daughter, Aria.  

King takes care of me, and I take care of the kids, when I’m sober. But I take care of King most of the time. I don’t live in the best of areas, but it’ll do for now.  

“Baby?” He calls out

“Bathroom,” I was covering up my black eye with makeup, and then I had plans on getting high as a fuckin kite

He came in and stood behind me, putting his hands on my hips and kissing my neck.

“How was your day, daddy?” I said provocatively

“Same bullshit. Wife problems.”

I rolled my eyes, but I made sure not to let him see that. I don’t need anymore pain.

“You gonna relieve my wife problems baby?” He spoke against my neck, giving me love bites.

I started to moan, because damn, that felt good.

“I’m trying to finish this daddy.” I moaned out.

“I said now” He growled, and one of his hands travelled down to rub my soaking wet pussy, I only had on a t-shirt so it gave him easy access.

“You’re always so wet for me. Who pussy is this?” He whispered in my ear

I threw my head back onto his shoulder moaning, opening my legs wider as he started to finger me. “Fuck, yours daddy!”

I was upset when he removed his hand and walked into the bedroom.

“Come ride this dick.” He ordered and took down his pants sitting on the edge of the bed.

I quickly followed because he doesn’t like to wait and threw my shirt off, exposing my naked body. Seeing his dick made me even hornier than before, I couldn’t wait to cum all over it.

I straddled him, and he entered me, we both moaned out. His taking my hips and guiding me, i used his shoulders for balance, as I bounced up and down.

“Fuck me, daddy, please!” I called out throwing my head back in pleasure. He put my tit in his mouth and started to suck on it, which sent me even higher.

“Ugh, your pussy feels so fuckin good. You dripping all over me!”

I was just about to cum, when someone started banging on my damn door.

“IGNORE IT!” He growled, and I was going to, King’s sex was better than cocaine and alcohol combined. When we were drunk, high and fucking, it’s out of this world.

I could tell he was getting frustrated, but I was trying to cum. So fuck the door. I kissed his lips and started down his neck.

“Cmon daddy, ignore the door, make me cum. I’m about to daddy. All over you” I moaned.

He groaned out loud, louder than before and I knew he was focused again. But then the somebody started pounding on the door. He got mad as fuck and threw me off and my ass hit the floor.

“Go answer the fuckin door.” He mumbled.

I nodded and picked up my shirt putting it on, running to the door, I was mad as fuck at whoever was at the door interrupting me having sex. August and Aria came out of their room.

“Go back in your room! You don’t want your father mad at you!” I scolded and pushed them in the room and closing the door.

“AVERY HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!” He screamed from the bedroom

I came to the door, just as the person was about to knock again,

“WHAT!” I screamed

But I immediately stopped. I saw the expensive clothes, the expensive shoes and purse. Long black hair.

This bitch hasn’t aged a fucking day.

“Olivia?” I choked out.

She looked at me up and down, and grimaced.  

“We need to talk.”

Sage

I was on the phone with Marie and she was telling me what happened to Aiden with Dad. I was in shock. I mean I know that Aye’s mom was a touchy subject, but for my dad to make Aiden cry, I would have never guessed that.

“I’m gonna call him, to see how he is.” I said into the phone while ironing my clothes.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, he’s been staying in the penthouse in Malibu, and I take him food and bring him clothes.” Ree said

“Isn’t that a far commute from school to the house to the penthouse?” I questioned

“I mean, I guess but he’s my little brother. I’m always gonna look out for him. You know daddy pretty pissed at you too.”

I wasn’t surprised, but he hasn’t called an told me that, so I was indifferent.

“What the fuck did he expect me to do? Lie? Shit if I didn’t know mommy, I would’ve wanted to know her, even if she was crazy.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. You know he don’t like talking about it. I guess he thinks its gonna upset mommy. But you know she don’t give a damn.”

I laughed, “Right.But Ree how’s school?”  

“Eh, Its okay.” She said dismissively

“Marie.” I warned, She completely ignored me and asked

“Have you talked to Angel?”

“No. Not since I saw her at the shop earlier this week. Why?”

She started laughing, “Nothing, she mad at Dominique again, like usual and she just being her crazy self. I went to get my hair pressed out yesterday and she vented to me about a lot honestly.”

“You know that heffa is crazy. She gets on my nerves though.” I laughed

“Sage, when you coming home?”

I laughed “Marie, I just left.”  

“I know, but I miss you. Between Aiden and Maurice, plus daddy being mad at Aiden. It’s all driving me insane! I need my sister” She whined. 

I sighed, think about why i wasn’t at home. “ I should be home soon, I have to handle and tie up a few things in NYC and I should be home in a few weeks.”

“Spa day when you come back?”

“Of course.”

~~~~~~~~~

Entering the courthouse, I got weird flashbacks and it honestly scared me. I hated talking about this and I hated being in New York. New York was supposed to be my solace after the hell I went through in LA, but NY made LA look like a piece of cake.

“Calling to the stands Ms. Sage Lavigne.” The prosecutor said.

I took the stand and promised under the oath. Blah blah blah. I was wiping my hands on my pants because they were sweating really bad under the pressure.

“Ms. Lavigne, why are you here today?”

I cleared my throat, “I am here to give my testimony, about what occurred when I was 17- 21.”  

“How old are you now?” He asked.

“I am 25, about to turn 26 in a few months.”

“Okay, let the record show that Ms. Lavigne is the states witness and will be telling the situation from her perspective.” Then he nodded for me to go ahead and speak.

I cleared my throat, and took a shaky breath.

“When I was 14, I was in a relationship with my first love Aaron Cole. Everything was good at first, he was about 2 years older than me, and that’s what I found attractive about him. He was older, He had money and he was always nice to me. His little sister was my cousin’s best friend so I saw him all the time. Picking her up and dropping her off.”

I pushed my hair behind my ear, it was never easy for me to talk about Aaron. He caused me so much pain that I could never imagine.

“So, when I turned 15, everything changed. He became mean and argumentative. My 15th birthday was the day that he first hit me. I should’ve left that day, but he promised he would never do it again. But that was a lie, because he beat me almost every day after that for about 2 years. I hid it from my family and friends, because I loved him. I wanted to protect him”

I knew the tears started to fall, and I knew I was done for.

“So, on my 17th birthday, I told him that I got into college and that made him so mad. He thought that I had another year of high school left. He thought that I was going to leave him behind and that because I got into college and he didn’t go that I was better than him and so he constantly would demean me and he beat me so bad, that I almost died. My mom found me in my bathroom crying, bloody, bruised up and she rushed me to the hospital. This was when I found out that I was pregnant, as soon as I got better I ran away to New York. My parents didn’t know about the baby, no one did. I was too far along to get it aborted but I wasn’t showing either. My freshman year, I really didn’t go home, to hide my pregnancy and I gave birth by myself in the hospital.”

“That was the second hardest thing I had to do, because the first was putting her in the care of family members.”

The lawyer interrupted asking me a question: “ I thought you said your family don’t know about your daughter.”

I nodded, “My immediate family. My daughter is in the care of my step-grandfather’s side of the family. My intention was to always come back for her, but once her father was either in jail or dead. I couldn’t have him looking for her. But by the time I was 20, I fell in love again. I was dating this guy who I went to school with, his name was Chandler Burke, he was also a few years older than me”

“He had gone to jail before but he was getting his life together, and he was everything I was looking for in a man. We had been dating for a year, and everything was fine, until I told him about my daughter. Next thing you know, Aaron shows up at my apartment with Chandler and they beat me until, again I almost died. My neighbor found me on my doorsteps passed out and called 911. In the hospital, I suffered broken ribs, i had to get my jaw wired shut, and internal injuries. I also was notified, that I had suffered a miscarriage and that because the bleeding was so bad, it would be hard for me to have children without medical help or surrogacy. I was carrying Chandler’s child and him and Aaron beat me near to death again”

“They never knew my daughter’s name or where she lived, but they knew she was alive. But what I didn’t know was that Aaron sent Chandler to watch over me. Chandler’s real name was Antonio Cole. Aaron’s older Cousin. I didn’t know they were related.”  

By this time, I was full on sobbing in court. Telling this story to anyone, hurts me every single time because they stole everything from me and it took a long time for me to even get the courage to tell anyone, let alone a room full of people and a judge.

“Ms. Lavigne, can you answer on more question?”  

I nodded and he asked, “Why specifically are you here?”

I blew my nose and gathered my words, “I’m petitioning the court, to allow me to gain full rights of my daughter again.Her father is dead and his cousin is in jail. They cant harm her or be harmful to her anymore. I want her to come home with me, and my relatives aren’t willingly giving her back to me.”

“Could you explain?”

“I guess, since they’ve had her from the day she was born, they have grown attached to her. She calls me mommy and she knows exactly who I am. My relatives feel that I can’t provide for an 8 year old when I can. I have multiple successful businesses, I send my family child support because they were doing me a favor, a trust fund in her name, a house and a room that she can call her own. I just want my baby back. I want what I lost when I was 17.”

“What is your daughter’s name?”

“On her birth certificate it’s Dahlia Angelique Elise Boudreaux-Lavigne. But the court has her under Dahlia Angelique Elise Karter. But I call her either Dolly or Dahlia”

“That’s a long name for a child.” He joked.

I laughed,  “My name is Sage Elise Boudreaux Lavigne. My first name is Sage Elise and Middle Boudreaux, and Last Lavigne. Sage is my father’s grandmother’s name and Elise is my mother’s mother’s name. Boudreaux is my mother’s maiden name and Lavigne is my father’s last name”

“My daughter’s name means everything. So Dahlia is a flower, one of my favorites actually. But in Arabic it means Olive branch. I took that as a play for my mother’s name Olivia, which means the same. Angelique is the name of the person I want to be her God mother, my best friend and Cousin. So her first name is Dahlia Angelique. Elise is her middle name and I made her last name hyphenated because all of my cousins carry the last name Boudreaux and then their father’s last name. I couldn’t name my daughter Cole because he is a monster that doesn’t deserve to know about her.”

“Anything else the court should know?”

I shook my head, “I just want my daughter back,”

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Chapter 3- Deja Vu (Part 1)

Jeremiah

I was walking in the house after a long day at work, when I noticed my study light was on. My children knew better to go in there, and I knew Liv wasn’t home yet, so it wasn’t her.

I slowly walked to the door and opened it to find Aiden rummaging through me desk.

“Aiden, what they hell are you doing?” My voice boomed making him jump

He grabbed his chest, “You scared me.”

“You didn’t answer my question. You know not to be in my office,”

“I, um, was looking for matches?” He questioned, while rubbing his neck. Instant tell he was lying.

“You wanna lie again, and get your ass beat. Or tell me the truth.” I folded my arms and leaned up against the door frame.

He sighed, “Dad, I just-“

“Aiden. I’m not going to ask you again, tell me before I put you through that damn wall.”

“I was looking to see if you had any information about my mom. Not Olivia. Like my real mom.” He sighed,   

The way he said it, I knew he was afraid to talk to me about it. His mother was a subject I refuse to talk about.  

“Liv is your real mother.”

“Dad, c’mon. I turn 20 next week. Sage, Marie and Maurice know their mother. I love Liv but I want to know my real mom.” He begged.

“Is Olivia not enough for you?”

I wanted to know, because She’s been a damn good wife and mother and my son sounds extremely ungrateful.

“Dad. Thats not even it!” He whined.

“As far as I’m concerned, Olivia is your mother. You won’t find a damn thing about that bitch in my office. Now put everything back where you found it. End of discussion.” He knew I was serious, by the look on my face and by the tone of my voice.  

That bitch was not a topic of discussion. I turned to leave to go upstairs when he said:

“Avery. Sage told me her first name was Avery and that my middle name is her last name. Avery Jordan. I have a name Dad.”

I turned to look at him, but before I knew it, I was in his face. Ready to fight him, he saw the look in my eyes and was scared for his life.

“Jeremiah! Stop!” Olivia said, she must’ve gotten home, in the short time I was talking to Aiden. She came in between us, and put her hand on my chest to make me back out of his face, but I wasn’t backing down.

“You want to know more about the bitch who let you get break your arm and leg when you were 6? Because she was so fucking high off her ass in the house with her damn coke-head boyfriend? Or the bitch who burned you, and had you in the hospital for a week, when you were a baby?”

“Jeremiah!” Liv yelled.

“NO Liv, he wants to know about the bitch that got up in FUCKIN COURT, AND TOLD THE DAMN JUDGE SHE WISH SHE ABORTED YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS BECAUSE SHE HATED ME. HUH? YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT BITCH! Who never wanted you! NEVER CARED FOR YOU! The bitch who got her rights taken away because you were in the FUCKIN CAR THE DAY SHE CRASHED IT BECAUSE SHE WAS HIGH OFF OF CRACK!”

“I gave that bitch chance, after chance, after chance to do right by you and she never did, I thought she’d AT LEAST have to DECENCY to care for you because you were her son! You wanting to look for her, isn’t going to do you well! Olivia is the best thing that ever happened to you! STOP BEING SO FUCKIN UNGRATEFUL!”

By the time I stopped yelling, Aiden had tears rolling down his face, and he pushed past me and Olivia to walk out the room.  

“AIDEN COME BACK!” Olivia yelled, chasing after him

We heard the garage door slam and his car speed off so fast, you could smell the burnt rubber in the house.

“Why the hell would you do that?” Liv came back crossing her arms and was angry, I knew she was but I didn’t care.

“He needed to know.”

“No he didn’t. Not every single wrong doing detail she made apart of his life He just wants to know her, J! Even if she is a crazy ass coke-head drunk.” She instantly scolded me.

“He has you! What does he need her for!!” I yelled, this whole situation was getting me hot.

“You don’t know what it’s like to not have a parent. My daddy was killed and my step father was a phenomenal substitution, but it didn’t stop me from wanting my father and wanting to know him. You have to compromise J.”

I sighed, knowing she was right, I did just hurt my son for no reason. But I was honestly and truly concerned for his safety. I haven’t talked or heard from Avery in over maybe 12 years. She could do even more damage than she did before.

“She’s going to hurt him again, if he finds her Liv, and I will kill her if she hurts my son again.”

“He’s a grown ass man now J. We’ve given him the tools to recognize bullshit and the tools to stand up for himself. You never know, she may do right by him this time…. but if she hurts him, it might be the last time she’s ever around him, but that has to be his decision. Don’t push Aye away, because you despise his birth giver.”

“You do too.” I smirked

“Yeah…. but he has to hear about her from you, not me.” She shrugged.

Kaliea

Seven.

That’s the number of days that I have to spend the night over my dad’s house

Three.

The amount of little sister’s I have…. triplets. Evie, Errie and Emmie.

Four.

How many days until I am back with my mom again and having peace.

I tend not to tell my mom everything that goes on on my dad’s house, because I know that as soon as I do…. she’d kill my father and his wife.

Eva…. its not pronounced E-va….. it’s prounounced EH-va. So Eva, was nice when I was younger, she treated me like I was her own daughter and everything was great.  

Until the triplets came, and she thinks that they’re above me in every single way, shape or form and my dad does nothing about it

I’m 16 years old… and these bratz are 10.

They treat me like the ugly stepchild and you know what? Bitch I’m not fuckin Cinderella. But I love my Dad, i just hate the rest of his family.

“ZOOOOEY!!!!!” Emmie yelled, running into my room

“Yes, Emmie?”

I was already annoyed by her tone.

“So, I broke an expensive vase that MY mommy bought….. I think you should replace it.”

Do you see what I mean?

“And why should I do that?”

“Because I told my mommy you broke it.” She smiled mischievously

Before I could even say anything, Eva was calling me.

I went downstairs, and there it was a vase, by her feet.

“Emmie said you broke my $5,000 vase.” She said with anger behind her voice

“Eva, I’ve been in my room this entire day. I didn’t even know that was down here.”

“You and your mother are going to replace my vase.”

I laughed, but when she didn’t I knew she was serious,

“Eva, you are seriously going to make me pay for a vase, I didn’t break or even knew existed, because your 10 year old, who broke it by the way… said I did it?” I asked, I was in serious disbelief.

She pursed her lips together before she spoke, “My daughter, none of them, would lie to me, or break things. I raised them way better than that, now for you I can’t say the same.”

“You know what, It’s time for me to go home.”

It’s sad that I can’t even get to spend enough time with my father because of his wife and other children, but it’s worse because I know as soon as I leave, he’ll try to get me to come back, and that’s a whole mess in itself because my father lived 3 states away and I see him like twice a year.

Being that I didn’t have a way, to the airport, I had uber from the house, because Eva was not giving me a damn ride.

I refuse to give her any damn money for something I didn’t do. Hell Mom couldn’t afford it anyways. I wasn’t about to put that burden on her.  

You know, we live comfortably. My dad pays for my schooling and majority of my expenses, and mom works tirelessly all the time and we live in a condo together. Apparently, when I was younger, my father agreed to pay for everything and take care of us. Once his wife became pregnant, he took back his promise. I want my mom to be happy and I know she isn’t. I low-key just want her to go out and date, she hasn’t been on one since before I was born. But that’s another conversation for another day.

~~~~~~

Finally arriving back home, I was tired, getting an easier flight drained my savings and I just wanted my bed. I walked in the front door, to damn near half my family in my living room.

“Lizzie!! Lea just walked through the door!” My Aunt Rose called out

My mom came out of the kitchen on the phone and looked relieved to see me, but relief turned to anger, in like two seconds.

“Alright, she’s here Jaxon, I’ll have her call you tomorrow.” She spoke into the phone.

As soon as she was off, she glared at me.

“If I say, the reason I left was because I miss you would that get me out of trouble?” I mumbled

“No, what the hell were you thinking Zoey!” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting an explanation.

I honestly didn’t want to tell her the truth, and I know that if I lied, it was gonna piss her off.

“I just didn’t wanna be around the triplets, I wanted to come and be an only child again.” I smiled cutely.

“They can’t be that bad for you to leave your father’s house and get on a plane to come back home Zoey.” My mom said a little frustrated.

She had no idea how horrible they were. I just shrugged “I also missed you mom. I didn’t like you being here by yourself.”

She sighed. “Zo we talked about this.”

“I know but I’m here, and I missed you, and I’m tired.” I said kissed her cheek and hugging her and she immediately caved.

“Fine. I’m glad you’re safe.” She said.

I nodded and said goodnight to all of my family and went to my room and slept for the first time since getting to my fathers. I was at peace.

 Mason

So after dealing with the whole situation that was Treasure vs all of my sisters and then Dominique finding out she was pregnant. It’s been a very tense house for the past 2 weeks, if I do say so.  Dad isn’t  talking to Dominique, Dad isn’t talking to Mom, Angel isn’t talking to Dominique,Mom or Dad. And I’m the go-to for everyone and their problems. Exhausting.

Sitting on the stool in front of the island, eating my cereal and scrolling on Instagram, my lovely sister interrupts my alone time, by face timing me .

“What do you want Gigi?” I said pretending to be annoyed.

“Oh, I guess you don’t want them new gucci’s I got you huh?” She said pushing her new pink hair out of her face.

“I do, but you look like pepto.” I chuckled

“Nigga, shut the hell up, I like my hair and you know Tay just did it for me.” She smiled.

Tay was one of her best friends, who they own a salon together and barbershop. I get my haircut over there.

“Yeah, Yeah. What you want?” I said getting back to the point.

“Is Mommy or Daddy there? I wanna take some stuff from the house, but I don’t wanna run into them or Andrea.”

“Nope all of them are out. Mom, Domi and Maddie all went out and Dad took the boys to football.”

She smiled, “Great! I’ll be over in 10 mins!” and then hung up the phone.  

I just rolled my eyes and kept scrolling on my phone, but I heard the garage open, and I know for a fact Angel didn’t drive that fast to the house.

“May May!” Maddie squealed, calling me the nickname she gave me when she couldn’t say Mason. I grunted cause she knew I hated that shit

“I’d prefer if you called me Dominic. Hell or even Zacharie, before you call me May may again.”

She just giggled and squeezed my cheeks, “but you’re my may may!”

“Okay then, Adrianna.” I laughed

She smacked her lips. “Fine. Mason.”

“Maddie, are you messing with your brother?” Ma accused.

She smiled sweetly, “I would never mommy. I love May may.” She then kissed my cheek and ran away before I could snatch her up.

Ma laughed and started to put up the groceries. “How’s school Mason?”

Before I could talk, Dominique walked through the door and I damn near bursted out laughing.

“Hey Mason.” Domi said coming to hug me.

“You okay?” I asked hugging her a little longer than usual, she nodded her head in my shoulder, but I know damn well, she was not okay.

“Come talk to me whenever, you know I’m here.” I told her.

She just bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Dominique, please take your bags and Maddie’s bags upstairs please.” Ma spoke in a scolding type of voice.

“Yes maam.” She said and took the bags upstairs.

Once she was out of hear shot, “Are you going to let up on her? You know she’s sorry.” I defended my sister to my mom.

Ma stopped what she was doing and just sighed, looking at me “I know that, but she needs to know that she’s in trouble. I started talking to her because I know its tearing her up that your father isn’t talking to her. I just, wish she would’ve waited to have sex, she wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“And what age did you and dad start having sex?” I accused.

My mom looked like she wanted to slap me. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?” She asked me

I smirked, “We aren’t talking about me mommy. Plus I’m a virgin” I spoke sweetly

She threw a roll of paper towels at me “Yeah, Right. With that crazy bitch Treasure around my house.”

I chuckled.

“Mason!!!! Your favorite sister is here” Angel yelled coming in the house. I’m assuming the front door, because if she came through the garage she would’ve saw mom’s car and would’ve stayed outside.

“Nigga! Maddie upstairs, I’m in the Kitchen” I cackled back to her

“You bitch ass ni-“ She started to say coming through the doorway, but stopped when she saw my mother.

“You want to finish that sentence?” Ma challenged.

Angel just smacked her lips and stayed quiet. Once my mom looked over Angel, she realized why I bursted out laughing earlier.  

“God, why me?” She wailed.

Angel just looked at me, and I could tell she was confused. But then, as if on perfect timing, Dominique walked in with similar pink hair as Angel. They both had the best reactions, it caused me to fall off the stool in laughter.

“Mason, it’s not funny!” Angel screamed hysterically at me, and then punched me. But it only made me laugh harder.

She then pointed at Domi and said “You need to change that immediately.”

“Angel. I-“ Domi started but then Angel cut her eyes at her, which made her shut up.

“ANGELIQUE! I’m tired of this bullshit. You change your hair.” My mom yelled, and for her to cuss, I knew she was pissed off.

“But Momm-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck. I paid $500 for her to get that damn color. Unless you’re paying to get it redone. Shut the fuck up. You have other colorful wigs that you can wear!”

“Ma, It’s the principal!”

“ANGELIQUE” Mom’s voice boomed.

“UGH!” Angel screamed, and then turned around and bumped shoulders into Dominique on purpose and left out the kitchen, she then proceeded to stomp up the stairs to get her things from her room.

“Is my child fucking 16 or 23!” She screamed out of frustration.

I guess she noticed me just sitting there and Dominique, kind of frozen in her place.

“Andrea. I know you don’t want to fight with Angelique, but I need you stand up for yourself. Please!” Mom said

“Ma!” I was pissed she just said that

“Dominic. Shut up.” She snapped, she used both our first names, I knew she was serious, and I did not want that smoke.

“Momma I-“ Domi started, her voice started to crack and I knew she was about to cry.

“I dont want to hear it. I didn’t raise you to let people talk down to you and walk all over you. And you constantly let Angelique do it. Stop it. Stand up for yourself and she will leave you alone. Now, go get ready, we have to go to the jail to see your mother. Your father will be home soon.”

Before I could blink she was out of the kitchen. Leaving me and momma there.

“Don’t say a damn thing Dominic.” She cut her eyes at me.

I just put my hands up in defense and went to stand up.

“No disrespect momma, but calling her Andrea was low and telling her to stand up to Angel wont work.”

“I can’t protect her forever, hell neither can you or your father. She needs to do it for herself and her child. She needs to start now.” Mom spoke

Before I could answer, I was being tackled by the terrible two : Major and Micah

“DAMN! Y’all niggas dirty as fuck!” I was pissed, they covered in mud and shit and wanna tackle me.

“DYLAN AND DORIAN GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN COVERED IN MUD BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR ASS!” Mom screeched.

“Major and Micah get y’all asses up and get in the shower like I told y’all too.” Dad’s voice boomed,

Terrible two knew they were in trouble, and got up running upstairs.

Dad looked at me and chuckled, “You might wanna take a shower too son.” Patting my shoulder.

I brushed him off  walking out the kitchen“Ha ha you’re so funny old man.”

Before I left the doorway, my mom mumbled to dad, “You still not talking to me Dominic?”

Dad answered, “Nope, nothing to say Giselle.”

I rolled my eyes, they’re so overdramatic for no fuckin reason.

Katie

Days like this literally make me happy. No one in this place can take my happiness. When I called Andrea for our weekly phone call, she mentioned stopping by this weekend. It wasn’t even our scheduled week. So I was extremely happy.

I know that my daughter isn’t my biggest fan, but she’s never asked to come when she didn’t have to, and that can only mean good things, right? My mother was also coming for this visit and not even that can ruin my day.

Back when Andrea was born, my mother and Dominic  made the agreement that Andrea would come to visit me, while in jail twice a month, and weekly phone calls, excluding when they take her on vacation or she has school trips. I love my visits with my daughter because I want to get to know her and I want her to love and accept me like I do with her.  To be quite honest, the only reason why she doesn’t have a good relationship with me, is because of Giselle.

I couldn’t even get angry at the thought of Giselle, because it was time for my visit with my family. I, of course was the first person in the private room, it made me happy that the guards took off all of my chains for today’s visit.  

When the door opened, i expected to see Andrea, but Giselle walked through the door first, with Dominic following her.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Where’s Andrea, and why are you here.” I pointed to Giselle.

“Kaitlynn I don’t know what medicine this place, is giving you, but you know damn well not to speak to me, unless spoken too. I’m here because my daughter wants me here. Trust me, I rather not be.” She said, unenthusiastically

Before I could say something else, Dominic and Giselle looked at each other quickly and then he spoke up saying “She’s a little under the weather and  went to the bathroom, and she’ll be right in.” And they both sat down.

I don’t know, why it made me nervous, but it reminded me of the first time, she came to visit me.

I finally get to see my daughter today. I haven’t seen her since I gave birth to her, about a year ago, but Dominic promised he would bring her. My mother sends me pictures and updates but it’s not really the same. My baby was growing up without me and I couldn’t help but to be envious of the people around her.

I haven’t been the best person in jail, when I was pregnant with Andrea, I never did anything. But after she was basically snatched from my hands after giving birth to her, I was angry. I started fighting, and putting people in the Jail’s hospital. I couldn’t take the separation, and what made it worse, was the fact that whenever she was supposed to visit, I was either in Solitary confinement or the jail was locked down. I finally realized that I had to behave to see her, and I get to see her a day after her first birthday.

I made her a cake in the kitchen, that costs me some money off my commissary, so did buying balloons and decorating. I wanted it to be special. I was waiting in the secluded room, when the door opened, and I jumped up excited to see Dominic walk through the door, with a carseat in his hand. I frowned when I saw Giselle follow behind…..

After walking through the door, Dominic paused to look around the room , at my decorations and then looked at Giselle. They both made the same face.

“Um, I made her a cake, you know since it’s her first birthday. I even got a number 1 candle. We can’t light it though. The guards will be upset. I got her a party hat. My commissary ran out so I couldn’t buy her any toys, but I got balloons and a pitcher of water.”

I was talking fast because I was nervous, I know this was a hot mess. I knew they weren’t expecting this, and I knew that they probably threw her the most amazing first birthday party, and I couldn’t compete, especially behind bars.

“It’s nice. It came from the heart,” Giselle spoke, and Dominic kind of gave her a bewildered look and scoffed

I ignored that, and asked, “ Can I see her?”

Dominic sighed, and put the carseat on the table, and he slowly took her out.

She was the most angelic baby, I ever laid my eyes on. She had my big eyes, but they were Dominic’s color. My hair, my nose, my baby was beautiful. I kind of got teary eyed, and reached out to hold her, but Dominic step back a little.

“Dominic.” Giselle whispered.

He sighed and told me to be careful, he handed me her and when I tell you, it felt so good to touch my daughter for the first time in her life. She was amazing and I was in bliss. She was everything I could ever imagine. I was ready to get this party started and enjoy my baby’s birthday. I told them that I was ready to cut the cake and feed it to her but Giselle stopped me.

“What is your cake made out of?” Giselle asked

It was weird that she was talking and Dominic was silent.

“Box cake? Like eggs, Milk, oil?” I said

“She’s allergic to Milk and other Dairy products, right now, The doctor said she’ll grow out of it.”  She informed me

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” I spoke slightly defeated.

Dominic scoffed, “Of course you wouldn’t. You would know, if you weren’t  a murderer in fucking jail.”

He was right, i don’t know anything about the person, I gave birth to. Giselle sighed at Dominic’s pettiness and brushed hair out of her face. That’s when I saw the ring.

“You are getting married?”  

“Yes, we are.” Dominic spoke, nonchalantly.

“When did this happen?” I was in slight disbelief

“Does it fucking matter!” Dominic rose his voice.

“YES IT DOES FUCKING MATTER!” I yelled, I was beyond angry. How dare you flaunt your engagement to the man I love, the father of my child IN MY FUCKIN FACE ON MY DAUGHTER’S FIRST VISIT!

He couldn’t even respond, because my yelling upset Andrea, and she started crying. I tried to soothe her, but it only made it worse. She was screaming her head off, and she started crying ‘MAMA’ and reaching for Giselle.

“WHY IS SHE CALLING YOU MAMA!” I cried out

Giselle tried to reach for her, but I pulled her back and that made the crying worse.

“Give us Dominique, Katie.” Dominic said.

“HER NAME IS ANDREA!!! I’M HER MOTHER! SHE SHOULDN’T CALL HER MAMA! I’M MAMA!!!”

The guards came in because of the commotion, my yelling, Andrea’s crying, Dominic and Giselle’s pleas for Andrea. The Guards forcefully took her out of my hands and gave Andrea to Giselle, while others chained me back up.

Giselle rubbed her back and said “It’s okay. Momma’s got you. We’re going home now.” and walked out with Dominic and Andrea, while I was being chained face to the ground.

I spent another month in solitary confinement after that.

It was the worst day of my life.

I was brought out of my thoughts by my mom and Andrea coming in. Andrea had recent gotten her hair dyed pink, and I knew that my mother was fussing at her about it. I could tell by the look on her face. She continues to ignore my mom and we all sat at the round table and no one spoke.

Dominic, the only man I have ever truly loved, definitely aged well over time. His tattoos still looking as if he got them yesterday. Same physic and even more defined than before. I would be lying if I said I don’t think about his regularly to pleasure myself. Being in jail….. you definitely get lonely.

Anyways, he cleared his throat,  

“The reason why we are all here today is because-“

I cut him off and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “Your father said you were sick honey. Are you okay?” She slightly jumped at my touch and scooted towards Giselle who was sitting next to her on the other side. Andrea reached over and held her hand.

I wish she was just this affectionate with me.

“She’s fine.” Dominic answered. “Like I was saying, the reason why we are all here, is because Dominique, has something to tell you both.”

I turned to Andrea who had her head down. Whatever she wanted to tell us, she was afraid.

“Andrea, spit it out, I don’t have all day. I need to get back to your grandfather.” My mother spoke.

“Honey, whatever it is. Just tell us.” I said  

Andrea looked to Giselle to which, Giselle nodded her head and Andrea took a breathe.

“Mom, An’Dreanna. I, um, recently just found out that I am 7 weeks pregnant. But that was last week, so now I’m 8 weeks. I am having some morning sickness, and that’s what Daddy meant when he said I was sick.”

We all kind of sat in silence, my mom being the first to speak.

“I did not allow Giselle to adopt my only grandchild, for her to become a teenage mother. Whatever you need for the abortion, I will gladly supply it.” and she was stern with it.

“Ignoring your insult to me, because I have raised Dominique to be an outstanding woman, Dominique has opted to keep the baby, An’Dreanna, she’s not getting an abortion.” Giselle said.

“How, when she’s only had a week to think about it? Yes, she is. No grandchild of mine is having a baby at 16 years old. First, Calliope with her continuous affair, Kaitlynn in jail, The only successful child of mine is my son. I had high hopes for you Andrea, and you disappoint me every single time.”

“AN’DREANNA THAT’S ENOUGH! She wants to keep her baby! Whether you like it or not, we have 7 months to prepare her for a lifetime of motherhood! Either you’re going to help or you’re going to keep your opinions to yourself.” Dominic yelled, which instantly shut my mother up.

“I’m going to be a grandma?” I whispered with tears in my eyes, “I’m so happy!”

“Mom.” Andrea mumbled.

“We need to start planning your baby shower, I’ll save you some money from my job in the library and send it to you and we need to look at baby names!”

“Mom.”

I grabbed her face “Oh Honey I’m so happy for you! I’m not mad at all!!”

“Mom, can you listen?”

“If it’s a boy you can name it after my father and if it’s a girl, maybe name her after me!” I squealed

Once I said that, she instantly got a bewildered look on her face.

“MOM! STOP!” She yelled

“What? I’m excited for my first grandchild!” I laughed, looking around the table at their either blank or disappointing faces. This was a miracle, I know that this will bring us closer because the child will be my actual grandchild, something that Dominic, Giselle, nor my mother could take away from me.

She sighed,  

“That’s the thing mom. My baby will never come to this prison to visit you. I will never bring him or her here, I barely like coming here. You are detrimental to society and even more to my baby. I will never name any of my children after you. How in THE WORLD can you expect to be the perfect grandma behind bars!?  

Every time it’s my birthday you show me this sad ass picture of me and you, days after my birthday. I didn’t even know you. I didn’t even know you were my real mother until I was 3! You DIDN’T RAISE ME” She said getting upset,

Giselle whipped her head to give Andrea, a stank eye. “Andrea Dominique Cartier, I don’t give a damn what Katie did or didn’t do. I for damn sure didn’t raise you to disrespect.”  

Giselle trying to help, only pissed me off even more, She literally is controlling MY child in front of me!!! Andrea slowly backed down, but got upset again when I yelled,

“THAT’S NOT MY FAULT ANDREA!!”  

She stood up and backed away from the table,

“YES IT IS!!!! YOU’RE IN JAIL BECAUSE OF YOU! How can my child call you grandma! WHEN YOU TRIED TO KILL MY FATHER! They will never know of the monster that created me. They will never know the monster that is my birth mother. I thought I’d tell you in person.”

I was speechless, it felt like my whole world was crashing down. I couldn’t breathe. This isn’t Andrea talking, it’s Giselle and I know it!

“I don’t want anything from you An’Dreanna when it comes to the baby, except I want to be let out of coming here twice a month and weekly phone calls.” She mumbled to my mother.

The look on her face, it seemed like she was considering it. These are the only days I look forward to, and they are in the hands of the 3 people I hate the most.

“Mother, please. You know how much those mean to me.” I begged my mom, I needed her to be on my side for once in my entire life.

“I’ll think about it.”  

“Thank you, because this is the last time I’m ever coming here.”

I sucked in a breathe, Andrea got up to leave the room.

“Andrea, please. I’m your mother, don’t do this to me.” I pleaded with her by grabbing her arm, but she snatched away from me  and ignored me.

“Andrea!”

“ANDREA! PLEASE!!!”

As, the room door shut and I couldn’t see her anymore, I started crying.

My sadness then turned to rage.

“YOU BITCH! YOU TURNED MY DAUGHTER AGAINST ME!!!! I WONT EVEN KNOW HER CHILD!” I screamed at Giselle before I tackled her on the ground.

We instantly started fighting, and the guards broke us apart, pushing me to the ground and chaining me up yet again. I was still crying after they hauled me out the room and into my cell. I instantly started sobbing uncontrollably and loudly, to the point other inmates were threatening my life. I didn’t care because I lost my only will of living, and her being pregnant gave me hope of a better relationship, and she quickly took that away from me.

Her first birthday wasn’t the worst day of my life……. Today was.

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